I make things hard when im hot, and dry when they're damp. To begin my job, I must first be fired.

A mirror, a speedster, a killer, a vane To know these is to know my name

Did you hear about the circus fire? It was. . .

I ruin parades. Royalty prefers me purple. The wealthy impersonate me with their money. What am I?

A celestial shape beneath the waves, I crawl along the sand and caves. With arms, but never meant to hold, My stories of the deep are told. I have no fins, no gills, no eyes,A twinkling creature in disguise. What am I?